1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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